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What’s Wrong?

Summary: What if they have a massive fight? Set during 2012. Maybe there are two sets of fights going on? What's happening? How strange of a year was it for everyone involved? Fights....Hurt feelings abound. Happy-ish ending though.

Warnings: Swearing

Rating: PG-R-T

Now onto the story:

Martyn was pacing about the flat. Cornelia had had a gig in the middle of London. Normally he would have gone as well, but she was upset with him. He didn't know why. What had happened? They'd gone out and had a few drinks, but beyond that?

Martyn scratched his head; she should have been home a half an hour ago. Unless Mac needed to talk to her. He was part of the band and co-manager for the band she was singing with tonight. But no phone call or text.

He pulled out his phone from his pocket and texted her again: "Where Are You?"

She replied: "I'll Be Home When I Can. Don't Wait Up...."

No sweet sentiment. No I love you. Just a curt response. They'd been going out for over a year and she was perfect for him. Eight years age difference, really wasn't that much of a gap to be honest. At least not where they were concerned.

The attraction had been almost immediate. They had literally bumped into each other. Martyn had practically run her over. Several times. The same night. They had been dating three months when she'd met his mum.

Things were perfect. Or they had been up until tonight. They were constantly flirting with each other. Giving each other nicknames. It was a free and easy relationship. But why was she acting like this?

Maybe it had something to do with his brother and his brother's friend? He shook his head. Everyone in Phil's family knew, or at least had heard a variation of why he and Dan were fighting. But why should it concern, or rock his and Cornelia's relationship?

Another hour passed:

He texted again, looking out the window, pushing the gauzy curtains aside, "Where are you Corny? Are you angry at me?" He erased the last part of the text, but pushed send.

She usually got through the door, and threw her arms around him. She usually sniffed him, and muttered in Swedish at how good he smelled. What the hell?

He rang Phil. Maybe Phil would be in a good mood? He hoped. Things weren't that good in his flat at the moment.

"H-Hello?" the voice on the other end hiccoughed.

"Phil?" His big brother protectiveness was kicking in.

"I'm okay. Just had a...discussion. I've been recording vids. Same old things," Phil answered, though quite shakily.

"Bro, you know you can come over if things get to be too much. Right?" Martyn said.

"I know," Phil replied, but didn't say anything further. Waiting for Martyn to say something the older sibling supposed.

"We could meet somewhere tonight? I mean if that's okay? I was waiting for Nelia, but she's not home yet...." Martyn's voice trailed off.

"Hmmm..." Phil seemed undecided.

"Please? Just a coffee...." Martyn wheedled.

"Alright," Phil answered.

Martyn got his jacket and put on one of his caps. He grabbed his keys and got into the car. He needed to drive. He sent Cornelia a text saying where he was going. But....Nothing popped up on the screen. Very peculiar still.

He arrived at Dan and Phil's flat; Phil was out on the stoop. He was sitting dejectedly on the steps, hands on his chin, knees drawn to the height where his fists would be able to reach his face.

Very unusual. This was turning out to be an unusual night. He looked so upset. Martyn could tell. Phil was an expressive, if shy, person. He could read his brother like a book. Martyn made the car window go down, and stuck his head out.

"Hey! You! Get in!" Martyn tried to sound jovial, but even to his ears it sounded forced and tired.

Phil grabbed his shiny parka and put it on, he put the hood over his head and hopped into the car.

"You okay Bro?" Martyn asked, as he patted Phil's shoulder in a reassuring way.

"No," Phil quietly admitted.

"Me either," Martyn couldn't ever lie to Phil. Much like he could never lie to Catherine.

"What's going on?" Martyn wanted to know.

"Where's Corny?" Phil changed the subject.

"At a gig. She was the lead singer for the WhooHa's....It's a band," Martyn shook his head.

"Isn't she usually home by now?" Phil was still avoiding the subject. But maybe if the two hashed out his 'Cornelia Problem', maybe they could come up with a solution for Phil's 'Problem of 2012'.

"Usually...." Martyn hedged, and handed Phil his phone, showing the text.

"She sounds upset," Phil mused.

"Yeah she does. She didn't even...." Martyn sighed.

"What'd you do Mart?" Phil asked, as he gave his brother back his phone.

"I dunno. It was so weird. Like we were fine this morning, and then...." Martyn shrugged helplessly.

"Oh same here. We were fine this morning, and then....Well then....Like it happens every day," Phil looked out the window.

"Philly?" Martyn asked.

"He's too young! He's only twenty and a half!" Phil's lip trembled.

"He's stubborn, hard headed; Mum calls him, 'her scrapper'," Martyn tried to ease Phil's mind.

"Same as Cornelia, but, not exactly the same. They're somewhat serious," Phil answered.

"And we're the goofier ones. Right? Lester Legacy and all that? We get our goofiness from Mum," Martyn pulled into the car park of the coffee shop and the both of them got out of the car.

"I'm kinda hungry too," Phil admitted.

"What? You haven't eaten? Not all day?" Martyn worried. Phil liked to eat. At least according to Dan, who accused his baby brother of eating cereal at midnight. Not in a mean way. In a joking way.

He just remembered the little kid who wouldn't eat his dinner unless all the lights were off, and there were weird ingredients added into the food. Phil had been an odd kid, but hey....Weren't they all odd at some points? Quirks and feelings were what people had the most of. Right?

The two men ordered and then they found a booth. Phil's phone beeped, sounded a bit like popcorn or something to Martyn. He frowned and texted back.

Martyn took a sip of his coffee, and looked down at his blank phone. Still no text from his significant other. His lovely girl. She was a lovely girl. And he was lucky he'd found her when he did. Okay so he'd accidentally almost run over her....but...He smiled a bit.

Their food arrived and they slowly ate in silence. Just the two of them. Most of the time, at least now a days it was him, Cornelia, Phil, and Dan. Four (almost) siblings. Most of the time the talk was lively, and there were jokes and teasing abounding.

Friends. They were all friends. Cornelia had decided, since she was an only child that she needed brothers. So she took to bossing the youngest members of their group. Oh she bossed Martyn as well, but she liked to be the overprotective older sister. Sometimes. Just never, ever, call her old. At least not to her face.

Suddenly his phone beeped, and he looked at the text: "I'm Finally Home. And Where Are You? You're Gone. When You Get Back, We Need To Talk...."

Still no sweet endearment. He shook his head. He replied that he was with Phil. He looked across from him, and Phil was furiously tapping out words on his own phone. He was frowning. Martyn chewed on a chip thoughtfully.

He sighed. Phil looked up from his phone screen and also sighed.

"What's wrong?" Martyn asked.

"It's Dan. Apparently all his cereal's gone," Phil looked guilty for a moment.

"I thought you weren't eating his cereal?" Martyn gave him a look.

"I might've been a sneaky snek and had a handful...." Phil bowed his head.

"Is that all?" Martyn asked. Phil shook his head.

"Or I might've sat on the sofa with a bowl full of cereal," Phil answered.

"That's what you like to do. You like to do that. You won't sit up at the table, you'd rather be all by your lonesome," Martyn affirmed.

"I'm sort of anti social," Phil sighed.

"I know Phil," Martyn gave him a smile and a chip.

"You're a great brother," Phil said as he bit into the chip.

"You're my boss you have to say that," Martyn joked.

Their phones sounded again.

"You'd think we were dating or something," Phil sighed.

"You'd think we were married," Martyn chimed in.

"Well....A stalemate. I say we just have bro time. But not shut off our phones," Martyn suggested.

"Good idea," Phil answered, and muted the notifications. Martyn did the same on his phone.

"Sometimes I just have to get away and walk. But I'm glad you're here. Sometimes even siblings need to bond," Phil said, and stole another chip from Martyn.

Martyn gave him half a smile. His brother really had grown up. Somewhat. He was still childish, but so was Martyn. It was okay though. They'd found people to ground them. Sort of. Dan was energetic to a point, and Cornelia though she was into Feng Shui, Yoga, or whatever her personality was just sparkly and vibrant.

She and Phil shared a love for space and the outer limits. He and Dan shared Tumblr, and Twitter interests. It was a happy medium. Until lately. Both Dan and Cornelia seemed out of sorts. As if 'the shipping' was somehow electromagnetically clinging on to Cornelia. She was so out of sorts.

"What if this 'shipping thing' isn't just affecting Dan?" Martyn half-mused to himself.

"What?" Phil asked, looking quizzically at his brother. His brows were intensely furrowed.

"We're so close. All four of us. Mum adopted Corny and Danny, and....We got close. All four of us. Okay, so Corn and I manage the stores and the merch...Whatever...." Martyn was gesturing wildly, and Phil was trying to follow the movements with his head.

"Uh-huh?" Phil's eyebrows were still furrowed.

"What if, since Cornelia's not blood, but still a part of the family, she feels Dan's frustrations, so it's being charged into her?" Martyn went on, hoping he made sense.

"Ohhh I get it, like an electrical current? Whatever Dan's feeling it's being carried over onto Cornelia? And it's hurting her because she can't do anything about it? Like sometimes you can tell when I'm upset? Even if we're not in the same flat?" Phil reasoned.

"I reckon. Doesn't it make sense though?" Martyn answered/asked.

"It's the only possible clue we have right now," Phil mused, his tone like a detective, and he made his fingers into a monocle, and put the 'monocle' to his eye.

"I need to buy you a Sherlock's cap," Martyn laughed.

"Yeah you do. I'll be the greatest detective ever. Like Detective Layton," Phil answered.

"You're the greatest brother ever," Martyn assured him.

"Then how can I fix this problem?" Phil sighed, and put his fingers down, ultimately putting his whole hand in his lap.

"You'll have to let it sort itself out," Martyn suggested.

"No. I tried doing that. But now look where it's gotten us. It's so out of control, Dan barely eats. He paces in his room. And....Martyn..." Phil's voice trailed off.

Martyn's phone beeped before he could formulate a response: "Get Home Now!"

Martyn jumped a bit.

"We have to get going," Martyn ate the rest of his chips, as did Phil, and the two stood. Martyn left a tip.

"Yeah, I'd better make sure that Dan's got cereal. We're not a family of ten Phil!" Phil mimicked Dan. Poorly.

"What d'you mean by that?" Martyn asked.

"Oh when I bought that huge box of Shreddies. You saw the video....Didn't you?" Phil answered.

"Right your day in the life one?" Martyn nodded.

"Yeah that's the one," Phil said.

"Very funny you remember that," Martyn said.

"I remember all the good times. Especially now," Phil answered.

"You're a good egg Phil," Martyn assured him, and patted his shoulders.

"So are you Martyn, and whatever happens at your flat....I got your back," Phil assured him as well.

"Yeah here's to hoping we're both still alive tomorrow," Martyn sighed.

"We will be...." Phil said, and they exited the restaurant. Martyn dropped Phil off at his flat and then high tailed it to the other side of London.

When he got inside, he found Cornelia tapping her foot, hands on her hips. Martyn scooped her up in his arms and cradled her bridal style. She glared at him. He gave her a knowing kiss and winked at her.

"Phil and I have it all figured out," Martyn spoke.

"Have what all figured out?" Her face went from angry to confused.

"See you know what's happening at their flat? We've deduced that whatever's happening over there is projecting on to you, because you're like Dan. Same sort of energy, same sort of temperament. I mean your soul's not dark...but...." Martyn's voice trailed off.

"What do you mean exactly?" Cornelia nestled into the crook of his arm and put her arms around his neck.

"I mean you and Dan, you adopted each other, like Mum adopted you two, and....Like you're so similar in temperaments, that what if the stupid sticky stuff that's happening over at their flat is affecting our flat? Indirectly," Martyn clarified.

"I see?" Cornelia tried to deduce.

"So like whatever Dan's feeling is what you're feeling, and you know what?" Martyn answered.

"What?" Cornelia smiled a little.

"I've got the cure," Martyn kissed her cheek.

"Do you now?" Cornelia brushed her eyelashes against his cheek.

"Mmm hmm...." Martyn carried her upstairs.

In Dan and Phil's Flat:

Not so happy circumstances. But the argument was quelled by this one statement, "Stop projecting your insecurities on our sister!"

"What?!" Dan was confused.

"I said stop projecting your insecurities, and anger onto Cornelia. She doesn't need it," Phil replied.

Dan smiled a little, "What are you on about?"

Phil sighed, "You! You and Cornelia are connected by this electrical string that, since you're most alike in temperament, whatever you're feeling, she's feeling!"

Phil put his hands on his hips and gave Dan a right glare.

"Whatever...." Dan turned and went inside his room.

Well at least they hadn't yelled the walls down tonight. Phil breathed a sigh of relief. Could he last much longer in this? What should happen if they decided they wouldn't be friends anymore?

In Bed With Cornelia and Martyn:

"You've made me feel better. I'm sorry I snapped at you," Cornelia said, as Martyn kissed her cheek.

"It's alright, I'm glad I can be here to help you out of these funks," Martyn smiled down at her.

"You're the best boyfriend ever," Cornelia smiled up at him.

"And you're the best girl I've ever had the pleasure of running over," Martyn answered.

They ended in a kiss.

The End.

#Martyn and Cornelia and Dan and Phil fanfic

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